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THERE IS NO UNBELIEF 



THERE 
IS NO UNBELIEF 

A POEM 
By 

Elizabeth York Case 



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COPYRIGHT 1907 BY 
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THERE I 

NO 
UNBELIEF! 

A POEM 
BY 
ELIZABET 
YORK CAS 



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THERE IS NO 
UNBELIEF 



HERE IS NO 

UNBELIEF; 

WHOEVER 

PLANTS A 

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NEATH 




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THE SOD, 

AND WAITS TO SEE 

IT PUSH AWAY THE 

CLOD, 

TRUSTS HE IN GOD. 



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II 

THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
Whoever says, when clouds are in 

the sky, 
Be patient, heart, light breaketh 

by and by, 
Trusts the Most High. 



Ill 

THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
Whoever sees 'neath Winter's 

fields of snow 
The silent harvests of the future 

grow, 
God's power must know. 



IV 

THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
Whoever lies down on his couch 

to sleep, 
Content to lock each sense in 

slumber deep, 
Knows God will keep. 



V 
THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
Whoever says ^'tomorrow/' 

"the unknown,'* 
**The future/' trusts that Power 

alone, 
None dare disown. 



VI 
THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
The heart that looks on where 

dear eyelids close 
And dares to live when life has 

only woes, 
God's comfort knows. 



VII 
THERE IS NO UNBELIEF; 
For thus by day or night 

unconsciously, 
The heart lives by the faith the 

lips deny, 
God knoweth why, 



EDITOR'S NOTE 

So far as is known, no living author 
claims this poem for himself, excepting 
the real author, Mrs. Elizabeth York 
Case. It was first published in a daily 
paper, the Detroit Free Press, twenty- 
eight years ago, and made its way into 
collections of poems, with no name at- 
tached. William E. Barton first found 
it in an English collection, where it was 
marked ** Unidentified'* and so quoted 
it, until a literary woman in his own 
congregation introduced him to the 
authoress. 

Mrs. Case is by religious faith a 
Friend, and has spent a good part of 
her life in work for the daily press. She 
was for some time on the staff of the 
Detroit Free Press. 



On August I, 1905, the Free Press 
printed the author's own statement, a 
part of which follows: 

**This poem of mine, which for 
twenty-seven years has been accredit- 
ed to Bulwer Lytton, Charles Kingsley 
and Mrs. Browning, not to mention a 
dozen others, was written by me in a 
moment of emotional turmoil com- 
pounded of resentment against dog- 
matic intolerance and enthusiasm for 
a larger, nobler belief 

I believe in everything that is good 
and beautiful and true; in God and man 
and nature, in love and life and joy." 



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